For our first Halloween in Kansas, we decided of course to dress as…Dorthy, the Tin Man, the Scarecrow and our little Cowardly Lion.
As we were driving to a Halloween party one of Ted’s co-residents was throwing, I must admit I was pretty proud of myself when I said to Ted, “We’re not in Kansas anymore.” Because her apartment is on the Missouri side…get it?
I don’t know if it’s because this is the first year that Julian is really starting to understand all the festivities or because we’re in a new place or just because Kansas city is a particularly festive place, but this Halloween was sort of the best. Pre-Halloween, we went to a mad scientist event at a local museum, a haunted night at our favorite place, Deanna Rose Children’s Farmstead, visited a couple pumpkin patches, carved pumpkins, the resident party, and a church trunk-or-treat. I was sort of sick of wrangling the boys in and out of their costumes by the end of it (especially Julian who had some serious OPINIONS about costumes), but it was totally worth it.
And on actual Halloween, it was magical watching Julian figure out trick or treating. He was so brave and excited. One man asked him what his name was while handing the candy over, and he announced loud and proud “Junan Wyser.”
Making it all even better is the super generous ward member at the trunk or treat who took family pictures in front of a green screen and edited them all to have a personalized background. Because if there really is a yellow brick road somewhere in Kansas, we haven’t found it yet.